For all my 'Taming the Wolf' readers.
Seeing as you all have been waiting for so long already, I present to you a small sneak peak of the upcoming chapter. I know I've had taken my sweet time writing chapter 35, but I find that everything I write down, doesn't fit with what I have in mind. I hope I won't have to keep you waiting for too long, but until then, I hope I can please you with this little snippet.
'And as I stand here now, as your leader, your queen, your alpha supreme, I have an announcement to make. As well as an proposition. I have sought out and found the wolves of the north. The ancient direwolves, for I needed their guidance.'
'Impossible,' a ferian, Mürloch, stated in disbelief. 'No one has succeeded in finding them, though many have tried.'
'And yet here I say that I have indeed met them.'
'My father once told me they were violent,' another chimed in. 'Their howls were often heard by our pack and they sang a song of war and anger.'
'No, they were of grievance, according to my grandmother. And she hails from your pack, Ulnár.' Then the elderly ferian looked over to Frêllian, her kind grey eyes filled with hope. 'If you have truly met them, your grace, then please do inform us of your findings.'